The Dream (poem)

What is this dream hid out of sight

Which has me thrashing through the night

Is it a whim which now holds me

And dare I chance to wait and see


It yearns for me apparently

Yet still I feel it’s just not right

Am I to quench some appetite

Am I to stay or should I flee


You’d think it come more naturally

When dealing with a what might be

Perhaps a pleasure fear of flight

But indecision holds me tight


My quandary heightens its delight

I’ve freed some sort of ecstasy

That drapes me in its fantasy

Behold the flames as they ignite


What was this dream hid out of sight

Which had me thrashing through the night

It was a whim had hold of me

Another’s dream I chanced to see

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Gypsy Rose Lee 14 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Oh, the dreams we dare to dream...

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MsDora 14 months ago from The Caribbean

This type dream could be haunting. Your photo is interesting and seems so appropriate.

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